[OPEN] i get the feeling that it's two against one

[deadelfwalking]

Date & Time: Jan 7 - 11
Location: Across the icy wilderness
Characters: Koltira, perhaps you
Summary: Maddened elf seeks large supply of blood, suffering
Warnings: gore; sadistic grossness


[There's something howling in the wilderness lately, and it's distinct from the wolves, from the yeti, from any other predator stalking the area around the city. This sound is a bestial keening, agonized and ragged, echoing and tortured. It's a sound of helpless madness, of uncontrollable rage, and its force lingers in the winter wind. Anyone who follows the howl, whether purposely or by accident, might come across a trail. Initially, they'll find animal corpses killed cleanly, with a single, precise cut. Caribou, at first, partially and purposefully skinned, as though harvested by a mindful hunter.

But the kills become progressively grisly as the trail continues -- mutilated bears, gutted arctic wolves. There's no sense of care in these later kills; the entrails are shredded, wrenched and twisted like wet rags. Blood spatters the snow in random, violent arcs. The animals' bodies are in strangely advanced stages of decay, and their semi-rotted flesh glows faintly green.

Or you may find no trail at all. You may find an animal's foreleg, snapped at each joint. You may find a crushed eyeball, smeared like jelly across the snow.

Or you may find no trace whatsoever. You may simply find someone near you, crouching, his white hair streaked red, his mouth dark and shining and wet. Grinding his teeth. Standing up. Advancing towards you, as the snow hisses, as the earth turns black and dead under his boots.]

Comments

[miscreant]

[She doesn't run far -- she knows enough that if she dances too far out of range, he will simply turn in favor of the living target. Seviilia forces a slight smirk to goad him, not bothering to refresh the spell just yet. She is certain he won't be able to tell the difference.

Sun help her.]

Oh how the tables have turned, Koltira.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest makes quick work of the last chain on her wrist, then moves to her feet—and this time she keeps her eyes on them, until she feels the the burn of the spell fade from her ankles. Then she's scrambling to her feet, hesitating only for a moment before she takes off running.

Anyone else, she would have stayed. But not when it's two of these elves who could kill her by being too near her for too long alone]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira watches Tempest go, just for a moment, before he sneers back at Seviilia. He's still got one hand on the side of his face, nails dug in deep, bleeding down the side of his forehead, but one truth remains.]

No, Seviilia. They have not.

[He doubles over, hissing at the ground.]

Because I let them go.

[miscreant]

[Seviilia scowls deeply at that, a dark expression that she fights not to turn to a sneer. Her duty here would have been to kill him -- to free him from the frenzy that had taken hold, so he could return with a clear head.

But no. If he would boast on his restraint, then fine. He could stand to resist further on his own.

The chains reappeared, but with them came the burn of spiteful fever. Do not speak to her of dragon's fire restraint.]

But you cannot let them go forever, no matter how much better you think you are.

[Let him howl by his lonesome then. Seviilia does not care for wayward travelers. She takes a few steps backwards before bolting off after Tempest, using her path of frost to quicken her journey.

Suffer well.]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest runs as far as she can get before she has to stop to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. She leans around it to make sure Koltira isn't following, hand to her chest as she wheezes a bit and her face twisted into an annoyed scowl.

As Sev starts to catch up is when Tempest finally takes off running again, albeit with a bit more stumbling as the adrenaline starts to wear off]

[miscreant]

[And that is about the point Seviilia will appear over the snow on her track. She does not mince words nor give warning, but instead scoops up Tempest a bit unceremoniously and races away before someone or something else spots them.]